Battle Cry

Like the white knight I prepare for war.
Ready for this world and it's open doors.
Because it's mine to see before I leave, and
while I'm here I'll make it notice me.
Knowing most may never understand, but I'm merely a man.
Simply one in a million like a grain of sand.
Still I won't let time carry me away.
Seizing endless moments in the passing days.
I'll fight for my right to have a little faith,
doing it all with style and grace.
Armed with knowledge and the willingness to use it
I'll take pride in this power, but
never abuse it.
For loyal to my purpose, I won't stop until I'm done.
Because it's over before we're ready
much like the setting sun.
Some may stare with eyes of stone, but
I'll find myself in time, and
in myself the time to claim my rightful throne.

© 1998 Chadwick Fontenot

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